The Angels’ Song (Brooklyn)

There’s a song the an­gels sing

And its notes with rap­ture ring

Round the throne whose ra­di­ance

Fills the heav’ns ab­ove:

Shepherds heard a dist­ant strain

Watching on Ju­de­a’s plain

Glory be to God

To men be peace and love.

Thro’ the earth and thro’ the sky

Let the an­them ev­er fly

Peace

good will to men

And glo­ry be to God on high.

’Tis a song for child­ren

too

To the Sav­ior ’tis their due;

Let its grate­ful notes

As­cend to Him again;

Join the an­gels in their song

And the heav’n­ly strain pro­long

Glory be to God

Good­will and peace to men.

Soon around that throne may we

With those hap­py an­gels be

Striking harps to strains

That nev­er­more shall cease;

Mingling love with lof­ti­est praise

Still the chor­us there we’ll raise

Glory be to God

To men good will and peace.